Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ My Promise ❯ Teenage Saga: Mission impossible ( Chapter 19 )

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19 Teenage Saga: Mission impossible.

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh isn't mine. I do not own Ryou, Bakura, or any other characters.

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“Okay, tell me one more time. I really don't see the point of it all.” Geez, I never knew spirits could be complicated, just as much as I am.

I and Bakura -I already call him by name. See, I'm trying!- were currently sitting on my bed. I was hugging a pillow, while Bakura was hugging me. And the fuzzy feeling was here too. I never lost it after he hugged an hour ago, when I told him to stay here. And guess what. I like this feeling a lot. It's probably my chemical reaction of hugging a friend. Wow, I never realized how sweet the word `friend' was. Well, now I do!

“Alrighty then. If you escape, they will probably call your dad. If we change his number, they can't call him. That leaves you only with the cops, cuz you're still under 16.”

“Not for long. I'll become 16 in September.”

“September is far away. I wanted to leave BEFORE tomorrow. Now, tell me where all the personal files and shit are kept.” Geez, he was really a pushy. Hmmm, I don't mind. As long as the spirit wants to stay my friend, I think everything is all right.

And guess what, he promised me something more. He promised me `I won't dig in your mind again. This means I can't read your past anymore, but I CAN hear everything you directly want to say to me. Personal stuff you can keep for yourself'. And yes, I'm feeling the privacy again. Privacy is cool. I love privacy. But I also love having a friend. And Bakura made sure this time he and privacy DID mix together. WHEE!

“They're kept inside the careers-master's office. But I doubt we can steal my personal file.” I just had to add that last comment. After all, that would be committing a crime. But then again, my life was too boring. A change was quite welcome.

“Where is the careers-master's office?”

“At the end of the main corridor. The office is open from 9 in the morning until 4 in the midday. Between 12 and 1 o'clock there's a break for the careers-master, and in weekends it's closed too. At nights there's only one check-up at the office, for eventually thieves. Mostly done between 12 and half past 12. The key of the office is hidden in the box next to the post-office. It's locked, but the post-office-man will open it up if you have a good reason. Like cleaning the careers-office as detention-punishment.” There. Don't say I never pay attention. I just know these things. Makes me feel safe. Dunno where that came from. But it's true. I feel safe if I know it all. I hate unknown things.

“Then say at 5 o'clock you have to clean the careers-office, cuz of detention. Grab the keys, open the door, and search your file. I'll help you change it. Then, tonight, we'll escape. Up to a new life. Together!” He hugged me a bit tighter, which caused the fuzzy feeling to go even stronger. I'm quite happy he won't hear me thinking again. Though I still don't know how he eventually COULD do that.

“But if I get caught?” I asked a bit scared. Of course I was a bit scared. Hello! I was going to commit a crime! Me, the only one at Winchester who never did something bad! Little boring me. Well, it'll be little criminal me for the rest of my life. But then again, this was my only chance to get a better life, with a sweet friend. Too bad I couldn't tell dad of this all.

“You won't get caught. You still forget I can take over your body, and I was a master criminal thief once. They only caught me only once! Success is the most sure thing of this case. Well, perhaps you can get your stuff, and pack it all. Tonight we won't have time for it.” He let me go, together with the fuzzy feeling. Well, okay. The fuzzy feeling didn't disappear totally, but it was getting smaller with the minute. Lucky me. Not.

I looked at my watch. 15.31. Okay, I should have enough time for packing my stuff. After all, I didn't have much stuff. Most things Keith threw away ... hey ... I was going away ... that meant I didn't have to see Keith anymore ... heh, heh. WHEEE!

Suddenly I got a REAL bad plan. A mean one. Oh, I'm bad. Well, better hurry, so I can do this too.

“Bakura ... I'd like to finish Keith's report. I only have to write one more page.” I said, while turning on my personal laptop. Yes, I have a laptop. And yes, I'll take it with me. After I finished Keith report. Heh, heh. I'm so mean.

“Why? I thought you hated the fucking guy!” Well. Of course I do. I'm only finishing his report.

“Just give me some time. You'll see.” I logged in on the Internet, and searched for more information about the dumbest sport on earth. Soccer. Heh, heh. Perhaps making his report was the best I idea I've ever had. After the idea of leaving this place.

It took me a full hour to finish it, but it was worth it. Shall I read it?

“Bakura. Lookie-lookie! I'm finished. Shall I read the end?” He nodded, but then again, he was looking quite bored. Well, here I go.

“That's why I love soccer so much. It's a great sport, where people use great thinking. This sport is my world ... Well, now the used sources come, I'll omit those ... and the end. Something Keith probably won't see. But the teacher will.” Hmmm, I hoped Bakura would have looked less bored than this. After all, it took me more than 4 hours for this dumb report, and only one minute for my plan.

“It says:

Based on the idea of: Bandit Keith

Produced by: our lovely printer in the library, second one on the left of the help-desk

Copyrights to: Ryou Bakura

Made, with much time, sweat and tears, by: Ryou Bakura

Under abuse of: Bandit Keith

... Well, Bakura ... should this give Keith an F?” Well, I thought it was pretty good. Though it was written in little typed letters, I just knew our teacher would see it. And Keith wouldn't. Heh, heh. Am I good or am I good? Nah, I'm not good. I'm brilliant!

“You're already learning. See! I already told you yesterday night, but I'll tell you once more. I have a great influence on you. You're already behaving more and more like almighty me. Perhaps, one day, you can be almost as almighty and thief-a-like as almighty me!” Hmmm, he's quite confident about himself. Unlike me. I wasn't quite sure I had to give this to Keith. But perhaps it was better for me to give it. I mean, I was leaving after all. And I don't wanna leave without a `goodbye'. Especially to Keith. Heh, heh. I hope he gets an F. As for mine report. I'll let it pass this time. Though it would be fun making it, I really wanna go to Japan again. With Bakura. My friend.

I turned around and hugged him. Just because I wanted to. Just because I like the strong fuzzy feeling inside me. Just because he is he and me is me. Just because. We're friends. I think friends hug much. Well, we hug anyway. And since it's giving me this lovely fuzzy feeling, I hope this hug-period won't end soon.

Guess what. I'm actually happy now. No, this isn't cynical. Or sarcastic. Or untrue. Nah, this was the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

I smiled at him. Of course he wouldn't see it. But I don't mind. Guess what. Perhaps someday I'm going to like smiling. I never liked smiling before. Now I do. Well, a little bit. Just because it's a smile meant for Bakura. He's worth a smile. Nah, more than a smile. And big toothpaste-grin.

Hmmm, I quite happy he promised not to read my mind again. Heh, heh. Else I'd be totally red, embarrassed quite much, and unhappy because I wasn't feeling the privacy around me.

Hmmm, I already like my friend. Even if it's a spirit.

oOo

“Detention? YOU have detention?” Of course I don't have! I'm just faking. Kidding. Making an excuse. Planning a criminal thing. Going to do something very bad, mean and criminal. That's all. Nothing special.

“Yes.” Well. I like being simple. Why tell peeps whole stories, if you also can say it with one word? I'm simple. Please let me be simple. I like simple. Simple is easy. I like easy things. Get the point? I think you do. See, this is also simply said.

“Well ... the key is the big red one, in the box on your left. I like to have it back after you're down cleaning the careers-office ... Tsss, detention.” Though the last thing wasn't meant for being heard by me, I did hear it anyway. Well, better hurry. I never did something criminal, so I think I have to take the time for doing this bad thing.

“Thanks. I'll be back within an hour. I hope, at least.” I kindly smiled at the post-office-man, before turning around, heading for the key-box. I opened it with the key the man gave me, and immediately grabbed the big red key behind a few others. I closed the box, before giving the man his key back. Great. I'm so good at doing criminal things.

# Well. Let's go, slowpoke. Heh, heh. That's a Pokémon. The slowest of them all. Even takes him 7 seconds to think to yawn # Great. Well, come-on me, -or should I say `slowpoke'- better not waist anymore time.

I rapidly headed to the office of the careers-master. When I arrived I slowly unlocked the door, before heading inside. There. All done. I dropped some brooms and other cleaning-stuff -Of course I had them with me! I said I had cleaning-up-the-office-of-the-careers-master-detention, so it would've looked stupid if I wouldn't take any cleaning-up stuff with me!- on the ground, before I let out a deep sigh. Now hope the careers-master won't come back soon.

“Then let's hurry! Where is your personal shit kept?” I hear a snort from behind me. Figures. Bakura of course.

“In the computer at the desk. Wait a minute, I'll turn it on. Though I never did it, I think I'm able to hack this thing.” I walked over to the desk, and turned on the computer. Now. Let's see what personal stuff is kept here. Oh lookie-lookie. I've found it. Heh, heh. Stupid man. He writes down where he kept all the personal stuff.

“It's kept in a magazine, where the key is hidden in the box here, at your left, Bakura -he immediately began looking for it-. But there're also copies made from them, what is kept inside the computer. Now, I'll try to find mine.” I searched some bit on the C-drive. Hey! I'm quite good at hacking computer ... well, for now it's easy.

Cut the last thing. He had a password for getting into the personal files of students.

“Bakura. They have a password for the personal files.”

“It has to be quite easy to guess. Try `Winchester', or `I am almighty' ... Oh wait, that would be my password ... heh, heh.” Okay. Strange. He also says `heh, heh'. Hmmm. Indeed, Strange. We're getting the same habits. Now hope I won't go and pickpocket peeps or stealing like a professional tomb-robber. Oops, I'm trailing off. Better get to the main problem again.

“Okay, I'll try.” I typed in `Winchester'. No luck. Damn. There goes my plan. My freedom. My new life. Damn again.

“Let me try.” Bakura suddenly walked over to my place. He was already holding the key to the magazines. Just great. We wouldn't need them if I couldn't change this file of mine! WOW! Wait a minute, Bakura. I'm still sitting here ... never mind. He sat down on me. ON me! On MY lap. MY knees. Damn. Not that he's heavy. It's more ... making me feel uneasy. Hmmm, strange. Well, better pay attention.

“I found it. In the end he also picked the password `I am almighty'. Now, where is your personal shit kept?” Hmmm. I should have known that. A really common password, isn't it? Well, not really. To be honest, I'm glad the spirit has an answer for everything. When Bakura stood up once more, I answered his question.

“I'll search it up for you. Emmm. Let me see.” I softly stated, while searching some bit, before I ended up with my file. Too easy. Except for the password of course. Now, it was most common information. Name, surname, date of birth, address, phone-number. Oh heh, heh. And the `accident' what happened on my first school. Damn. Dad thought they wouldn't put it in my personal file. Well, I guess he was wrong after all.

“I don't change your name,” Bakura said, bowing over me all of a sudden, then changing some data, “Else it'll be WAY too suspicious. Emmm, your address will be for now `main street 1', and you'll live in Tokyo now, not in Domino city anymore. As for your phone-number, change that into `555-1234'. Since a phone-numbers with `555' doesn't exist. At least, that's what the TV says! See, they won't know where you live, where your dad is, and your phone-number.” Okay. I guess he was planning this all along. Scary. Really scary. Guess what. I doubt my future life will be normal. Hmmm, I feel so safe. Not.

“Or do you wanna change your phone-number into something else? Everything is fine by me. As long as you go with me. Now, do we have to change your other shit too, or can we leave it unharmed?”

“My National Insurance Number is also an option. Then the police in other countries won't notice it's me if I accidentally bump into them. I'll just change the second number into a 5. That way they can never give anyone else the right information about me.” I still don't know why I was doing this. I was committing a crime, changing all my personal stuff, I was going to break out of school, while I was still under 16, I was going to travel to the other side of the world with only a spirit and a few belongings, I was going to leave everything I had behind, and I had to welcome a whole new life. Woohoo. I'm so excited. Well, actually just a little bit. More thrilled. About the fact I could go to jail for doing this all.

“Good. Now I'll get your personal file, the real one I mean, from the magazine, then change the information exactly like this info, and then you'll head back. Step two will be succeeded soon.” He stood up, leaving my lap very alone, and headed for the magazine. Great. I'm alone. I feel popular. Loved. Well, actually none of them. More lonely. Abandoned. Forgotten. Miserably unhappy. Perhaps this was all one big mistake. After all, I only had a few hundreds of dollars on my bank account saved. That would be just enough for travelling to Asia. Great. I'll be happy when this is all over.

“I found it, Ryou-chan. Now, rewrite all the changed information. And make it quick, since you said to be back within an hour, which was 57 minutes ago.” Hmmm, he really knows how to comfort me. Hey lookie-lookie. I'm shaking. Trembling. Covered with fear. Just perfect. And really a good time for backing off.

“You do it ... my hand-writing would be shakily ... please?” Okay. I was practically begging him. I hate doing things, which aren't allowed to do. And this was just a thing like that. Lucky me. Stop trembling, hands of mine!

“Don't tremble that much. You look WAY too stressed up. When you left school, I'll doubt you are gonna be stressed ever again.” He grabbed some ink-eraser-stuff and a pencil, and changed my file almost completely. Wow. He must have done this before. I looked unchanged to me!

“Now you shut down the damn computer, while I'll take this shit of you back to the damn magazine. Then we'll leave, and please relax some time before we'll escape this fucking baka place.” Why must he cuss so much? I hate cussing peeps. I mean, I cuss when I'm thinking, but out loud was something different. `Peeps who cuss out loud aren't up to something good' I've been told all my life. I always believed it. But now ... I don't know anymore. This is all so confusing. I trust my life to a spirit. A cussing spirit to be exactly. And I didn't know if this was a big mistake of not.

“You really have to calm down for once.” I suddenly heard Bakura saying from behind me. Guess he was already back. I, on the other hand, haven't done a slightest thing about turning off the computer.

“Have I ever said how happy I am cuz you're going with me? You made my life worth it again. I just wanna let you know.” He spoke further. I was complete silent.

Where did THAT come from! It was said on exactly the right moment! Wow. There had to be a god!

Too bad I couldn't answer his state. My voice was once again, completely gone. I hate when that happens. The only way I know to find it back to my stupid `leaflet-plan', which I doubt will work.

“Well, better not waist more time than is necessary. Let's return to your room.” He suddenly walked over to the computer, and immediately turned out off by pushing the on/off-button ... well, at least I had my chance to save the changes.

“O- ... okay.” Well, my voice is back though. Woohoo. Applause for my voice.

I walked to the door, but then turned around, to grab all the cleaning-stuff back. It'd have looked stupid if I let them lay in the office. I looked quite clumsy when I grabbed them all, but luckily Bakura helped me with grabbing them all in one time. I hate walking twice, for taking everything back.

When I turned off the light, I felt Bakura grabbing my arm, because my hand was too busy carrying the cleaning-stuff. He sorta guided me to the post-office again, for handing back the big red key. When that was all done, he helped me getting rid of the cleaning-stuff. When my hands were empty again, I felt his hand grabbing mine. This was how we walked back to my room. Together. Hand in hand. Two friends. With each other. Together ... Woops, I already said that one. Hmmm, never mind then. But before I forget, guess what I kept with my all the time he was holding my hand?

I feel fuzzy again.

oOo

“Ready?” I heard Bakura whisper to me. I was lying in my bed, fully awake. This was all because of Keith, who was now -at least, I hope- sleeping next to me. The last thing I'd like to happen, is a Keith who saw me breaking out.

It was now exactly 22.01 PM, and Bakura and I were ready to break out. I wanted to have an alternative way of breaking out, but Bakura liked to old way, which meant he would take over my body, and climb over the wall of Winchester. No hides in trunks or whatever. Just climb over a huge wall, then be free. Only one problem. I hate big heights. Luckily, I didn't have to look when he would be climbing. Unluckily, it'd be my body he was be in. This would be SO strange. Now hope this is all worth it.

“Yes.” I finally answered back at Bakura. I immediately felt how he took over my body. Not a pleasant feeling, I can tell you. He slowly pulled down my sheets ... well, actually my body did it, under his will, but that's not my point. Then he stood up, grabbed my backpack -Bakura said not to make if heavy. But in the end I could put my laptop in it as well. Lucky me. Now I can still E-mail dad and stuff like that ... heh, heh. That rhymes- and put on my shoes. He looked once more at the already sleeping Keith. Strange, I never really considered of thinking WHY Keith would go to sleep this early. Well, I guess I'll never find out- Then he turned around and walked to the door. One last look at my room. Well, now it wouldn't be my room anymore. You know, I've spent here 9 years. Nine fucking years, and I've down nothing. Well, except getting abused by Keith. Okay, all done. Ready for a new life. Bakura slipped though the door opening, and closed the door behind us.

At the corridor there was nobody around. Of course not. Though it was Saturday-night, most kids were already sleeping, still watching TV, or somewhere else. Not in the corridors. Lucky us. Now Bakura doesn't have to explain why I was holding a backpack and was fully dressed, looking like I was going to break out. Which I WAS doing, by the way.

Bakura normally walked to the door, which connected the corridor with the gardens. After 22.30 nobody is allowed there anymore. That's why we decided to go earlier than planned. And then we also could catch a late train at the station.

In the gardens nobody was there. This was getting WAY to easy! I would have though at least 10 kids would have noticed me. But it was not.

Bakura slowly made his way to a big old tree, nearby a wall. Nearby freedom. Wow, wait a minute ... was he going to climb in that thing? I hope not, because it looked like nobody could ever climb into that!

Nope. He climbed into the tree. With ease, I'll tell you. Strange. I wonder nobody couldn't break out here before. Perhaps it was the fact nobody WANTED to break out here. I love this school, but this isn't a place for me. I need freedom and a lot of privacy. Something this school couldn't offer me.

“Almost there, Ryou-chan.” You know, he's still calling me `Ryou-chan'. I'm not THAT little. Well, okay. Compared with him I was a shrink. He suddenly stopped climbing. Probably because he opened my backpack and took a black cap out of it. Perfect. White-haired boys would be easy to spot if they would go looking for me. He's so smart, I'll tell you.

He jumped on the wall, but immediately jumped off it on the other side. An alarm. Damn. No wonder anybody could escape this place.

“Care for a little run?” He said, while running to ... wait a minute. This was the wrong direction! This was straight to the main-exit! WRONG SITE, BAKURA!

Bakura! This is the wrong way!- Damn. He won't listen. He's still running. In the wrong direction. Why did I ever agree!

# The guards are quick around here. They'll catch you, if you try to escape. They'll never expect us to hide nearby the main-exit. There we'll wait, until they all go to different directions. From that point, we can escape easily. Trust me. I've done this before. This is just like robbing a tomb, without getting caught # Wow. I feel relieved. NOT!

Suddenly I felt my body being ducked into a nearby bush, a few away from the main exit. Just in time. There were already 30 guards. Luckily they all past us. Jeez, I'll never do this again! I hated adventures and breakouts before. Now, I guess, I hate them even more.

Strangely enough no guard came to the idea of checking the bush nearly the main exit. This was getting strange. I never knew guards could be this dumb. But then again, I think they thought no kid around here was as clever as Bakura was.

After 10 minutes of sitting, the main exit suddenly opened. WHAA! HELPIES! Cops! I don't wanna go any further!

# I'll stay here, until they split up. That won't take much more time # And just after Bakura said it, I heard some men yelling `SPLIT UP! HE CAN'T BE FAR AWAY'. Well, to be honest, I wasn't quite far away. Only 3 feet away from the main exit. Heh, heh. This was getting somehow exciting.

# Now I'll run. Check the area. If you see someone, tell me immediately # And Bakura ran. Wow, he ran fast! I couldn't do it better. Well, what did you think, with a condition of zero point zero. Hmmm, never mind, I should be checking the area.

Strange. Nobody around. That's stupid. If men yell `split up', doesn't that mean everybody goes other directions, so every area is under control of some cop? Well, perhaps it isn't. Seeing nobody around this area, I doubt it.

# Don't forget to scream, if you see some cop. Then we'll immediately hide. As for now, I'll stay running, running, and some more running! # I guess he was enjoying this breakout. Well, I wasn't. There had to be just one single little stupid, none-blind cop, and I would end up in jail. Damn. I hope Bakura knows what he's doing.

Hmmm, I'll better check the area. You know, I can check the area without Bakura looking around. Pretty strange, and I cannot explain. But I can check all right. I feel so independent. Useful. Free.

Hmmm, nothing to see. Jeez, lucky us. But it IS strange no cops are around here. It's getting freaky. I sure hope they won't be at the station. Waiting for us to arrive. Then take us to jail. Juck. I hate jails. I hate being a criminal. Hmmm, but I AM a criminal right now. Woops! I was supposed to check the area. Not to talk to myself. Though I love that option more than checking the area. Heh, heh. Stupid me. This wasn't really a moment to zoom off.

Nope, still no cops. Heh, heh. Here I am, Master breaking-out-boy Ryou Bakura. 15 years old. Just ditched 30 guards and a bunch of cops.

Hey! There's the station. Now hope they won't be there. That would be a real bummer. Running right into their arms. The end of my adventure. A jail for me for the rest of my life. Well, okay. Since I was under 16, no jail for me. Just detention for the rest of this year, and probably some more beating because I fucked up Keith's report. I hope he would find it, by the way. It was the only thing what was officially mine what I left behind. Well, okay. I also left my files behind, but those were changed. Now hope they haven't got another copy of them. Then dad would know I'm a criminal. He won't love me anymore. I would end up alone. At Winchester.

Yes, that would be a bummer all right.

Well, still no cops at the station. Just a few old peeps, probably waiting for the next train. Well, better buy a ticket, and wait for one.

We should buy a ticket, for the next train-

# No ticket! They'll see you're trying to escape, cuz all the cops probably informed the man at the ticket-boot. That would be the stupidest thing we can do! Nah, we just hide in the train. Then get off the train next station, and buy there a ticket. After you changed clothes. And after you put on a cool bandana. White-hair boys aren't really common, you know # Well, I guess he was right.

# Now, we'll wait in the toilets over there. If they gonna check this station another time, they won't find us # He's smart. Did I ever tell you that? No? Well, then now you know. He's smart. Has an answer for everything. Every time. Wow. And that's my friend. MY friend! Not just anybody's friend. Nope, just a friend for me alone. Wow. I feel so loved. Well, as far you can use the word `love'. I think I mean the world `appreciated' more. Or accepted. Popular. Well, not totally popular. Just more popular than I've ever been in my whole life. Hmmm, and that all thanks to Bakura, my wonderful friend.

He ran over to the toilets, and locked us up in one. Juck. I never go pee in toilets at stations anymore. EEW! This was dirty. I can already FEEL the germs, waiting for making me sick. Making me ill. Or making me puke.

# Ryou, just hold on for a few more minutes, then you'll get your body back. The train has arrived, but I doubt no cops will be inside the train, hopefully for catching us. But don't worry, I've got the ring, so nothing can happen to us! # What can a piece of metal do? Nothing, I think. Than WHY is he so happy he has the dream-catcher hanging around his -emmm, or should I say, around MY- neck? I don't get it. But I don't think it's time to think about such nonsense like this.

Bakura opened the toilet-door -I already feel the fresh air again. Woohoo!- and rapidly made our way to the train. Two more steps, one more step. We made it! I was free. And without getting spotted! Free, I'll tell you, FREE! I'M FREE!

Cut my last comment. There was a bunch of cops in the train. Damn. I feel busted. Caught. A mouse, which just ran into a trap. Stupid enough to believe I would ditch more than 30 guards and a bunch of cops. Naïf enough to believe I was going to be free after taking this train.

# Don't scream. I already knew this would happen. Just wait a few more seconds, then you'll be free # I don't get it anymore! What was Bakura trying to do! We were surrounded by cops. Damn. There goes my freedom. Hmmm, I'll think I rewrite the report I made for Keith tomorrow. Then, hopefully, I won't get too much detention for the rest of the year. And this time, I'll make sure I won't try to escape once more. Yes, I'll just go back to Winchester. Boring old school. Nothing for me.

“You know. You all did a great job. Nobody ever got the chance to see me before I escaped. I didn't think you were this smart to actually find me in here. Hmmm, great job guys. Now, if you excuse me, I have a train I have to take.”

What was Bakura trying to do! He spoke to the cops. DAMN! That means more detention for me ... what train to take? This train was stopped, because of me! I don't get it!

# Ryou. Close your eyes. You don't wanna see this # heh? Well, better do what I'm told. I better be a stupid minor than the smart major. Heh, heh. Oops, I had to close my eyes. Okay, here goes ... now what's gonna happen. I can't see anything -no DUH! My eyes are closed! Silly me!-

“Now. Before you all die, remember my name. Bakura. Thief of old Egypt, Great tomb-robber. The almighty me is going now. Bye-bye.” Strange. No wait, take my last comment back. The flash of light what came next was weird. What was happening there! And why was Bakura saying who he was! And WHY did he say they would die! I don't wanna kill someone, even if someone else does it for me!

# I errm ... I sorta put them under a spell: They're -sorta- sleeping right now. You still have a lot to learn about the Millennium-ring. Now, I see our real train has arrived. And you can open your eyes now # Thank you. I was waiting for that sign. So ... I opened my eyes!

What da! Every cops was sleeping peacefully ... well, I hope they are a sleep, instead of dead. I don't wanna be a criminal! And why did he answer my unanswered questions, while he promised me not to read my mind! If he lies, I go back to Winchester!

Suddenly I felt how Bakura opened a window on the other side of the train. Oh, I see! There was another train, on the other side. Nobody would expect me to take that one!

Bakura climbed out of the window, closed the window softly, and sneaked to the other train. The quickly opened another window, and climbed in again. Well, I do have to say, this was one cool action!

He closed the window again, and removed the cap. Of course. Nobody knew I was the one who everybody had to look for. And having a cap on my head while being in a train would've looked suspicious. Heh, heh. My friend is very smart indeed.

# Here, you're body back. Now relax a bit. You're totally free now, and we'll be heading for London, if I'm correct. And because no one is in this coupe, you can talk to me out loud # immediately I felt how I got control back. WHEE! I got my own body back. And I could move again!

Lucky, lucky me. No. I mean, lucky, FREE me! I was officially free now. Of course the cops would be looking for me right now. But that would be in the other train. And Bakura would probably put the cops who COULD find me here into a deep sleep. Hmmm, sleep. Now that would be a good idea for me.

“Bakura ... are we gonna get back to Japan right away?” I stretched my arms a bit, and relaxed. Just as Bakura told me to. I also let out a yawn. Heh, heh. Oops. Hmmm, anyway, freedom is the best.

“Only if you want to go back to Japan right away. But since we are still in Europe ... perhaps we can take a little vacation ... after all, it would be a waist not to go and see France, Italy, and cities like those! I saw some stuff about funky cities on the TV, and both cities ROCK!” He suddenly grabbed my body and hugged me. Hmmm, I was getting used to it. He did that more. That's what friends do! Hug. Much hugs. Big hugs. Fuzzy-making hugs.

This was also a fuzzy-making hug. Hello fuzzy feeling! I missed you. And Bakura's hugs too. Heh, heh. I'm quite happy he won't hear me.

“So ... Ryou ... tell me ... I was wondering ... do you still look TV often?” I relaxed some more in his arms. So soft. And warm. Oops, I have to answer. Heh, heh. Luckily he can't hear me thinking.

“Not really ... but if I could, I would watch my favourite things ... too bad the TV in Winchester didn't have my favourite channel.”

“What's your favourite thing anyway? Did your taste change through all those lonely years without almighty me?” I wonder why he always connects himself with the word `almighty'?

“You won't like it.”

“You think I'll deny it if I like your TV-program too?”

“No. I think you'll deny the fact you'll deny it, what me will make me deny the fact I was saying the truth, so we'll end up denying things for each other, what could break our friendship, and I don't wanna end up alone.” Hmmm, I think I'm thinking negative. Again.

“Denial isn't just a river in Egypt, you know.”

“Is there really a river there what's called `denial'?”

“You're not very smart, if you haven't learned about the largest river on earth. `The Nile', does that name ring any bells? -heh, heh ... oops- but anyway, I asked you something too. What's the program?” Damn. Okay, okay. Bakura wins.

“Underway to golden times.” And I've missed it for 9 bloody years! Now hope nothing important happened through 9 years ... heh, heh.

“You look that too?” Too! Well, that's quite surprising. Hey lookie-lookie! He looks it too!

“Of course. It's my favourite soap. Nothing beast Cecilia and her love-life.” Okay, perhaps my enthusiasm can slow down a little bit. I was only a little bit over-happily reacting at his comment. Heh, heh. Yeah right, a little bit more.

“I KNOW! Cecilia is my first universe ... emmm, my second one. The first one is you.” WOW! Where did that come from! Woohoo. Not only I feel uneasy right now, I also feel a blush coming up next. Great. Boy, do I feel comfortable now.

“ Emmmm ... I'll just forget the fact you said that ... but emmmm ... what happened in those years I've missed it!” Hey, I could always ask. What were 9 years, every day a new episode, only not in weekends? Around 9 times 5 time 52 ... around 2300 episodes ... hmmm, remind me to calculate that when I have my laptop.

“Cecilia just murdered her 85th lover. Some Johnny Steps-dude. Came from France, with the accent and stuff. Further she killed her dad, after he told her Cecilia's best friend was her mother, and her dad raped her. She also tried to kill Claude, but he's still alive, and he's gay now. Claude's brother is daddy, and married with a stupid girl, who is a whore, but he doesn't know that yet. Cecilia also broke twice a leg, almost got killed by a gun, tree times in a row, Cecilia had an affair with some dude, who gave her some millions, just robbed from a bank. She is now held under shot, because Claude's brother wants her back, because his wife left him for Claude, who doesn't admit he's gay. Oh yeah, and of course all the other characters. Two of them got married, Cecilia killed one, and 3 discovered they were family, after having an orgy. 7 of them were pregnant, and their kids have all strange dark relation-ships. And I probably forgot most of the stuff.”

I nuzzled some more into Bakura's chest, while listening at his information. Hmmmm, his chest was so warm, and so fuzzy ... makes me feel so sleepy ...

“For more information about Domino itself, there has been a bank robbery 5 times in the past 9 years, 15 times a huge fire, there were exactly 67 people killed by villains, and there have been 4 more tournaments, which were won by none other than moneybags. Your teacher has been fired and has been put in jail. She now has a job as secretary at some funky building in town. No children allowed in there of course. Further, there have been invented more games in Japan, but none of them are as cool as Duel Monsters. And Duel monsters are going to Europe too. They probably never heard of it before, but one these days they'd launch the funky game. Perhaps we can enter a tournament in Europe!”

“Hmmm, I guess not much happened while I was gone.”

“That's right. Nothing special. They probably wanted to wait for the sweetest boy of Domino to return to his house.”

Wow. That was nicely said ... well, perhaps it was the right time for some sleep. After all, it was probably around mid-night, and I haven't slept for a good 24-hours. I'm dead tired now. Hmmm, perhaps tomorrow I'll ask him what's up with the bandana. You see, there was NO way I was going to wear a bandana! I guess I'll have to end up with the cap.

“Ryou?” Okay, sleep could come later.

“Hmmm?” I'm a man of many words, cough, cough.

“I missed you.” Ahh! How sweet of him to say such things like that. I missed him too, though I almost forgot him. Heh, heh. But I think it's nicely said. I think we're gonna have a great time together. We both like each other, and we both are happy with just the two of us. Wow. I really love him as my best friend right now.

“And your cooking even more. I ate microwave-meals for 9 years.”

Well, perhaps the love-as-my-best-friend-part was a little bit over-said. I think the term `we can accept we breath in the same air' is more suitable.

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